Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

"There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest;So much love and longing.Short of breath and gasping for air,This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.The silence overwhelms me;Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;Drifting further and further away.The ground gives way beneath my feet;I frantically grasp at the crag and rock – but to no avail.Am I falling? Or floating? Or flying?My heart sinks but my soul is soaring.Time stands still as the clouds fly past me.I could fall for the rest of my life;More deeply and madly in love with each passing day,The second hand of the clock reminds me of her beating heart,I try to align myself with the inhalation and exhalation of her breath.I breathe in, imagining she is doing the same.I breathe out, is she thinking of me?Twenty seven seconds pass on the clock.I try to count the heartbeats.I lose track and my thoughts turn to the lilies of the field,I wonder if they feel the same heartache and gut wrenching sadness,When the sun retires to its place for the night;And they are left alone in the dark, without its warming heat and love.Do the sands of the shore cry out for the tide,When the waters recede and return from whence they came?Do the leaves of the tree lament?Are they tossing and turning, in mourning from the fall –Yearning to find themselves once again in their lovers arms?They say home is where the heart is,So my home will forever be with her.During these periods of inevitable separation,Of seemingly immeasurable distance,I will be a wanderer, a vagrant.Finding my home away from home,In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher.Though this heaviness feels at times unbearable,And each breath feels like pins and needles,And every second I’m away from her feels like an eternity,Still, I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.It is her love that gives me life, that gives me strength,That grants me peace.I know that just as the sun shines forth at each new dawn,Just as the flowers bloom in the spring,Just as the trees stretch out their branches at the return of the light,I will find myself once again,Basking in her eternal, luminous glow.They say the best things in life are worth the wait,So I will be patient,As I await the return of my beloved."

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

That truly makes me cry, is there ever a love a feeling a purpose to just live for that? Then let that feeling knowing that love and may it stretch out into eternity and never grow tired of giving and receiving. For that is true happiness, there is nothing worth living for than to know God's true divine Love which I feel as a puppy just begging for Divine's door to shower me that love.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

"There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest;So much love and longing.Short of breath and gasping for air,This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.The silence overwhelms me;Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;Drifting further and further away.The ground gives way beneath my feet;I frantically grasp at the crag and rock – but to no avail.Am I falling? Or floating? Or flying?My heart sinks but my soul is soaring.Time stands still as the clouds fly past me.I could fall for the rest of my life;More deeply and madly in love with each passing day,The second hand of the clock reminds me of her beating heart,I try to align myself with the inhalation and exhalation of her breath.I breathe in, imagining she is doing the same.I breathe out, is she thinking of me?Twenty seven seconds pass on the clock.I try to count the heartbeats.I lose track and my thoughts turn to the lilies of the field,I wonder if they feel the same heartache and gut wrenching sadness,When the sun retires to its place for the night;And they are left alone in the dark, without its warming heat and love.Do the sands of the shore cry out for the tide,When the waters recede and return from whence they came?Do the leaves of the tree lament?Are they tossing and turning, in mourning from the fall –Yearning to find themselves once again in their lovers arms?They say home is where the heart is,So my home will forever be with her.During these periods of inevitable separation,Of seemingly immeasurable distance,I will be a wanderer, a vagrant.Finding my home away from home,In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher.Though this heaviness feels at times unbearable,And each breath feels like pins and needles,And every second I’m away from her feels like an eternity,Still, I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.It is her love that gives me life, that gives me strength,That grants me peace.I know that just as the sun shines forth at each new dawn,Just as the flowers bloom in the spring,Just as the trees stretch out their branches at the return of the light,I will find myself once again,Basking in her eternal, luminous glow.They say the best things in life are worth the wait,So I will be patient,As I await the return of my beloved."

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

That truly makes me cry, is there ever a love a feeling a purpose to just live for that? Then let that feeling knowing that love and may it stretch out into eternity and never grow tired of giving and receiving. For that is true happiness, there is nothing worth living for than to know God's true divine Love which I feel as a puppy just begging for Divine's door to shower me that love.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

"There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest;So much love and longing.Short of breath and gasping for air,This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.The silence overwhelms me;Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;Drifting further and further away.The ground gives way beneath my feet;I frantically grasp at the crag and rock – but to no avail.Am I falling? Or floating? Or flying?My heart sinks but my soul is soaring.Time stands still as the clouds fly past me.I could fall for the rest of my life;More deeply and madly in love with each passing day,The second hand of the clock reminds me of her beating heart,I try to align myself with the inhalation and exhalation of her breath.I breathe in, imagining she is doing the same.I breathe out, is she thinking of me?Twenty seven seconds pass on the clock.I try to count the heartbeats.I lose track and my thoughts turn to the lilies of the field,I wonder if they feel the same heartache and gut wrenching sadness,When the sun retires to its place for the night;And they are left alone in the dark, without its warming heat and love.Do the sands of the shore cry out for the tide,When the waters recede and return from whence they came?Do the leaves of the tree lament?Are they tossing and turning, in mourning from the fall –Yearning to find themselves once again in their lovers arms?They say home is where the heart is,So my home will forever be with her.During these periods of inevitable separation,Of seemingly immeasurable distance,I will be a wanderer, a vagrant.Finding my home away from home,In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher.Though this heaviness feels at times unbearable,And each breath feels like pins and needles,And every second I’m away from her feels like an eternity,Still, I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.It is her love that gives me life, that gives me strength,That grants me peace.I know that just as the sun shines forth at each new dawn,Just as the flowers bloom in the spring,Just as the trees stretch out their branches at the return of the light,I will find myself once again,Basking in her eternal, luminous glow.They say the best things in life are worth the wait,So I will be patient,As I await the return of my beloved."

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

That truly makes me cry, is there ever a love a feeling a purpose to just live for that? Then let that feeling knowing that love and may it stretch out into eternity and never grow tired of giving and receiving. For that is true happiness, there is nothing worth living for than to know God's true divine Love which I feel as a puppy just begging for Divine's door to shower me that love.

What are you waiting for her to do?

Quoting: Being Mindful

Oh, she's away spending the week in Arkansas with her kiddos. Just holding down the castle until she gets home. I just started writing this while I was listening to a mix cd I had made for her. When she gets home we're going to have a nice little celebration with a bottle of expensive wine, the giving of several gifts (including a new electric acoustic Ibanez and a Yamaha keyboard I bought for her) and this poem and I also will be telling her the good news about a couple of big shows I got lined up for her. I just wanted to make the return home special for her.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

"There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest;So much love and longing.Short of breath and gasping for air,This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.The silence overwhelms me;Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;Drifting further and further away.The ground gives way beneath my feet;I frantically grasp at the crag and rock – but to no avail.Am I falling? Or floating? Or flying?My heart sinks but my soul is soaring.Time stands still as the clouds fly past me.I could fall for the rest of my life;More deeply and madly in love with each passing day,The second hand of the clock reminds me of her beating heart,I try to align myself with the inhalation and exhalation of her breath.I breathe in, imagining she is doing the same.I breathe out, is she thinking of me?Twenty seven seconds pass on the clock.I try to count the heartbeats.I lose track and my thoughts turn to the lilies of the field,I wonder if they feel the same heartache and gut wrenching sadness,When the sun retires to its place for the night;And they are left alone in the dark, without its warming heat and love.Do the sands of the shore cry out for the tide,When the waters recede and return from whence they came?Do the leaves of the tree lament?Are they tossing and turning, in mourning from the fall –Yearning to find themselves once again in their lovers arms?They say home is where the heart is,So my home will forever be with her.During these periods of inevitable separation,Of seemingly immeasurable distance,I will be a wanderer, a vagrant.Finding my home away from home,In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher.Though this heaviness feels at times unbearable,And each breath feels like pins and needles,And every second I’m away from her feels like an eternity,Still, I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.It is her love that gives me life, that gives me strength,That grants me peace.I know that just as the sun shines forth at each new dawn,Just as the flowers bloom in the spring,Just as the trees stretch out their branches at the return of the light,I will find myself once again,Basking in her eternal, luminous glow.They say the best things in life are worth the wait,So I will be patient,As I await the return of my beloved."

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

That truly makes me cry, is there ever a love a feeling a purpose to just live for that? Then let that feeling knowing that love and may it stretch out into eternity and never grow tired of giving and receiving. For that is true happiness, there is nothing worth living for than to know God's true divine Love which I feel as a puppy just begging for Divine's door to shower me that love.

What are you waiting for her to do?

Quoting: Being Mindful

Oh, she's away spending the week in Arkansas with her kiddos. Just holding down the castle until she gets home. I just started writing this while I was listening to a mix cd I had made for her. When she gets home we're going to have a nice little celebration with a bottle of expensive wine, the giving of several gifts (including a new electric acoustic Ibanez and a Yamaha keyboard I bought for her) and this poem and I also will be telling her the good news about a couple of big shows I got lined up for her. I just wanted to make the return home special for her.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

"There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest;So much love and longing.Short of breath and gasping for air,This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.The silence overwhelms me;Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;Drifting further and further away.The ground gives way beneath my feet;I frantically grasp at the crag and rock – but to no avail.Am I falling? Or floating? Or flying?My heart sinks but my soul is soaring.Time stands still as the clouds fly past me.I could fall for the rest of my life;More deeply and madly in love with each passing day,The second hand of the clock reminds me of her beating heart,I try to align myself with the inhalation and exhalation of her breath.I breathe in, imagining she is doing the same.I breathe out, is she thinking of me?Twenty seven seconds pass on the clock.I try to count the heartbeats.I lose track and my thoughts turn to the lilies of the field,I wonder if they feel the same heartache and gut wrenching sadness,When the sun retires to its place for the night;And they are left alone in the dark, without its warming heat and love.Do the sands of the shore cry out for the tide,When the waters recede and return from whence they came?Do the leaves of the tree lament?Are they tossing and turning, in mourning from the fall –Yearning to find themselves once again in their lovers arms?They say home is where the heart is,So my home will forever be with her.During these periods of inevitable separation,Of seemingly immeasurable distance,I will be a wanderer, a vagrant.Finding my home away from home,In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher.Though this heaviness feels at times unbearable,And each breath feels like pins and needles,And every second I’m away from her feels like an eternity,Still, I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.It is her love that gives me life, that gives me strength,That grants me peace.I know that just as the sun shines forth at each new dawn,Just as the flowers bloom in the spring,Just as the trees stretch out their branches at the return of the light,I will find myself once again,Basking in her eternal, luminous glow.They say the best things in life are worth the wait,So I will be patient,As I await the return of my beloved."

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

That truly makes me cry, is there ever a love a feeling a purpose to just live for that? Then let that feeling knowing that love and may it stretch out into eternity and never grow tired of giving and receiving. For that is true happiness, there is nothing worth living for than to know God's true divine Love which I feel as a puppy just begging for Divine's door to shower me that love.

What are you waiting for her to do?

Quoting: Being Mindful

Oh, she's away spending the week in Arkansas with her kiddos. Just holding down the castle until she gets home. I just started writing this while I was listening to a mix cd I had made for her. When she gets home we're going to have a nice little celebration with a bottle of expensive wine, the giving of several gifts (including a new electric acoustic Ibanez and a Yamaha keyboard I bought for her) and this poem and I also will be telling her the good news about a couple of big shows I got lined up for her. I just wanted to make the return home special for her.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

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That truly makes me cry, is there ever a love a feeling a purpose to just live for that? Then let that feeling knowing that love and may it stretch out into eternity and never grow tired of giving and receiving. For that is true happiness, there is nothing worth living for than to know God's true divine Love which I feel as a puppy just begging for Divine's door to shower me that love.

What are you waiting for her to do?

Quoting: Being Mindful

Oh, she's away spending the week in Arkansas with her kiddos. Just holding down the castle until she gets home. I just started writing this while I was listening to a mix cd I had made for her. When she gets home we're going to have a nice little celebration with a bottle of expensive wine, the giving of several gifts (including a new electric acoustic Ibanez and a Yamaha keyboard I bought for her) and this poem and I also will be telling her the good news about a couple of big shows I got lined up for her. I just wanted to make the return home special for her.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

"There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest;So much love and longing.Short of breath and gasping for air,This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.The silence overwhelms me;Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;Drifting further and further away.The ground gives way beneath my feet;I frantically grasp at the crag and rock – but to no avail.Am I falling? Or floating? Or flying?My heart sinks but my soul is soaring.Time stands still as the clouds fly past me.I could fall for the rest of my life;More deeply and madly in love with each passing day,The second hand of the clock reminds me of her beating heart,I try to align myself with the inhalation and exhalation of her breath.I breathe in, imagining she is doing the same.I breathe out, is she thinking of me?Twenty seven seconds pass on the clock.I try to count the heartbeats.I lose track and my thoughts turn to the lilies of the field,I wonder if they feel the same heartache and gut wrenching sadness,When the sun retires to its place for the night;And they are left alone in the dark, without its warming heat and love.Do the sands of the shore cry out for the tide,When the waters recede and return from whence they came?Do the leaves of the tree lament?Are they tossing and turning, in mourning from the fall –Yearning to find themselves once again in their lovers arms?They say home is where the heart is,So my home will forever be with her.During these periods of inevitable separation,Of seemingly immeasurable distance,I will be a wanderer, a vagrant.Finding my home away from home,In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher.Though this heaviness feels at times unbearable,And each breath feels like pins and needles,And every second I’m away from her feels like an eternity,Still, I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.It is her love that gives me life, that gives me strength,That grants me peace.I know that just as the sun shines forth at each new dawn,Just as the flowers bloom in the spring,Just as the trees stretch out their branches at the return of the light,I will find myself once again,Basking in her eternal, luminous glow.They say the best things in life are worth the wait,So I will be patient,As I await the return of my beloved."

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

I think its beautiful, OP. definitely make sure you frame this and give to her to hang some where special.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

"There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest;So much love and longing.Short of breath and gasping for air,This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.The silence overwhelms me;Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;Drifting further and further away.The ground gives way beneath my feet;I frantically grasp at the crag and rock – but to no avail.Am I falling? Or floating? Or flying?My heart sinks but my soul is soaring.Time stands still as the clouds fly past me.I could fall for the rest of my life;More deeply and madly in love with each passing day,The second hand of the clock reminds me of her beating heart,I try to align myself with the inhalation and exhalation of her breath.I breathe in, imagining she is doing the same.I breathe out, is she thinking of me?Twenty seven seconds pass on the clock.I try to count the heartbeats.I lose track and my thoughts turn to the lilies of the field,I wonder if they feel the same heartache and gut wrenching sadness,When the sun retires to its place for the night;And they are left alone in the dark, without its warming heat and love.Do the sands of the shore cry out for the tide,When the waters recede and return from whence they came?Do the leaves of the tree lament?Are they tossing and turning, in mourning from the fall –Yearning to find themselves once again in their lovers arms?They say home is where the heart is,So my home will forever be with her.During these periods of inevitable separation,Of seemingly immeasurable distance,I will be a wanderer, a vagrant.Finding my home away from home,In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher.Though this heaviness feels at times unbearable,And each breath feels like pins and needles,And every second I’m away from her feels like an eternity,Still, I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.It is her love that gives me life, that gives me strength,That grants me peace.I know that just as the sun shines forth at each new dawn,Just as the flowers bloom in the spring,Just as the trees stretch out their branches at the return of the light,I will find myself once again,Basking in her eternal, luminous glow.They say the best things in life are worth the wait,So I will be patient,As I await the return of my beloved."

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

I think its beautiful, OP. definitely make sure you frame this and give to her to hang some where special.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

and my bad if I offended you, to tell the truth I only read like 2 lines out of that

but as soon as I saw love I said "oh it's one of those poems."

i'm sure it's actually alright I just don't really like the subject matter

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 28097479

Okay, well when someone pours all their heart, all their soul and the very core of their being into something USUALLY the non-asshole thing to do would be to NOT insult them calling their work 'shitty' or implying they are some two-bit hack 'wannabe' musician. Just for future reference. You seem like the type that cringes and scowls at couples who hold hands in public.

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

I might be kind of irritable cuz I haven't had a cigarette in a while, but...

pouring your heart into something doesn't automatically make it good, it just makes it full of effort and good intentions

and maybe that was an asshole move on my part, but sometimes that's what a lot of people need in there lives...

when you have a bunch of people telling you something is black when it's really white you'll go no where in life because you're seeing an illusion.

but what I am even talking about, this is poetry right?

and just to let you know, i'm not the type that cringes and scowls at couples in public, I'm the type that cringes and scowls at bullshit.

as in, oh look at that tool, she's acting all nice and holding his hand and treating him good because she needs a ride home and some money to go shopping.

bullshit is what I scowl at

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 28097479

I'm sure there's a lot of illusions you might see with your head lodged so firmly up your ass.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

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Okay, well when someone pours all their heart, all their soul and the very core of their being into something USUALLY the non-asshole thing to do would be to NOT insult them calling their work 'shitty' or implying they are some two-bit hack 'wannabe' musician. Just for future reference. You seem like the type that cringes and scowls at couples who hold hands in public.

Quoting: MALACHI 27724247

I might be kind of irritable cuz I haven't had a cigarette in a while, but...

pouring your heart into something doesn't automatically make it good, it just makes it full of effort and good intentions

and maybe that was an asshole move on my part, but sometimes that's what a lot of people need in there lives...

when you have a bunch of people telling you something is black when it's really white you'll go no where in life because you're seeing an illusion.

but what I am even talking about, this is poetry right?

and just to let you know, i'm not the type that cringes and scowls at couples in public, I'm the type that cringes and scowls at bullshit.

as in, oh look at that tool, she's acting all nice and holding his hand and treating him good because she needs a ride home and some money to go shopping.

bullshit is what I scowl at

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 28097479

I'm sure there's a lot of illusions you might see with your head lodged so firmly up your ass.

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

OP...if you've been here at GLP very long, you knew that the bashers would salivate over this thread, just waiting to unleash on ya. I say...F*ck em.

I think your lady will love this.

I especially love this line...

"In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher."

Re: Ladies who appreciate poetry? Think my GF will like this poem I wrote her?

OP...if you've been here at GLP very long, you knew that the bashers would salivate over this thread, just waiting to unleash on ya. I say...F*ck em.

I think your lady will love this.

I especially love this line...

"In a familiar song, In the smell of her on my clothes,In the scratches across my back that read like writing upon the wall,Like love letters written in cryptic code that only my eyes can see,That only my heart can decipher."